Storm of Fears
It's raining fears and my umbrella is weak...
I'm running so fast for cover I seek...
A few drops catch my shoulder as chills
race down...
I brush them off as two more land without
a sound...
A tree I grab for a place to stay safe and
dry...
But the leaves are all gone as I look up and sigh...
Now fears pour down my body and off my chest they fall...
Then sun peaks through the clouds and my face
and soul feel the warmth...
It's just another day of getting through as life
serves yet another tested storm...
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